Chance

Previously on "Chance"...

I'm trying to give Jaclyn to you,

trying to find a way to let you keep helping her.

Did her other therapist go to this much trouble for her?

- What was her name? - Myra Cohen, I think.

- She died? - Yeah. Police said they thought

she might have tried to stop a home invasion robbery.

You're my knight.

Jackie said that, too.

5 gets you his computer, 10 gets him a beating,

20 makes him go away.

All I want is something that I can give the DA.

You need to give them something,

otherwise it's your word against Blackstone's.

You don't want that. Jaclyn said he's dirty.

Point is, we get to know him,

so we're there when he trips over his dick.

I almost got us caught today.

She's your frozen lake, bro.

Doc, I know you called a time-out,

but you needed to see.

Your lady, she was telling the truth.

What's he doing?

Trafficking women.

How is that not enough?

Call the cops right now.

He's leaving.

Okay, well, so, we follow him,

call the cops on the way.

Follow him in what car? Yours?

There was no time to get a rental.

- You said, "Come right now." - Glad you did?

We got to jump on this right now.

Take a breath, Doc.

This isn't the ending. This is where we start.

What the hell does that mean?

When and if the cops do roll up...

And this is Ghost Town,

what the dealers call this part of Oakland...

I can't imagine they'll be in much of a hurry.

But let's say they do show.

Drugs get flushed,

girls are too scared to talk,

looks like a party.

Blackstone catches wind of that, and he backs off.

How'd you even know about that building?

Been having Carl drop me off nights the past week.

Best way to see who's who in the zoo...

Get homeless and talk to your neighbor.

Took time, but it paid off.

You've been pretending to be homeless every night?

Good exercise. More ways than one.

People see some homeless guy,

say, "He seems okay. He could work.

What the fuck's wrong with him?"

Spend a week on the street, you'll know what.

Everyone should be homeless for at least a month.

I appreciate this,

that you would do this for me.

You hired me, brother.

24/7's how I roll.

But a shower and a burger would be awesome.

The orange lines are where we followed Blackstone.

The pins are points of interest.

Dog park, Blackstone's condo,

Happy Hands Spa, and the warehouse.

The eight green pins are all massage parlors,

now shut down in Blackstone's big sting bust.

Nailed a murder suspect while he was at it, too...

One of the bouncers.

It's in the paper. Man's a goddamn hero.

Yeah. Terrific.

Well, he was also raiding the pantry, like we saw,

making the sting do double duty,

using it for glory in his day job

and also to shut down the competition,

take the best girls to beef up his own shop.

We got to document that. We got to get proof,

something solid that...

So it's not his word against ours, like you said.

Yeah, well, he's running a business,

so there's got to be data somewhere.

Laptop would be my guess.

That, or some kind of device, anyway,

something that he wouldn't risk going anywhere without.

Crown Vic's an easy car to break into.

Pop the taillight with a screwdriver

gets you access to the trunk.

Hand drill gets you into the back seat.

Take a thumb drive, download whatever files he's got...

Records, money transfers, pictures, videos.

Worth a shot.

When? When do we do this?

Say, tomorrow night?

Good.

Then whatever we get, we give to newspapers.

Send reporters an anonymous gift.

Maybe.

That doesn't work,

we can always reconsider plan "A."

Hide in that alley, cut his throat.

Problem solved.

Yeah. Okay.

I'll pick you up tomorrow night.

Usual time. Bring your drill.

Anything on the undersurface of the frontal lobes,

any irritation on the temporal lobes?

You've seen hundreds of these, El.

You know how to look at them.

I've seen hundreds, you've seen thousands.

You're clean, okay?

When did you have these scans done?

This morning. Got them to squeeze me in at UCSF

before start of business.

Now, what's that, that right there?

Only visible in one scan. A normal variance.

Which, for some reason, doesn't seem like good news to you.

Yeah.

No, I mean, yeah. It is. It...

What's this about?

Are you having symptoms?

Impulsivity, disinhibition,

risk-taking, euphoria, calamity.

And you thought it was a tumor?

I kind of hoped it was.

Dementia, hematoma, hydrocephalus.

As opposed to what?

Abnormal psychology.

I needed to know, and now I do.

The choices I'm making are mine.

So cut it out, then.

Make different choices.

Okay. Thanks.

But it could also just be a mid-life crisis, right?

- Right? - Shut up.

Thanks, Simon.

What did I tell you about us coinciding again, huh?

You followed us into a store

in broad daylight.

The fuck you thinking, hmm?

Hey! Hey.

There's a certain something about her, though, isn't there?

What, maybe you thought you were the first?

Maybe you think you're The One?

Oh, Doc...

believe me, Doc.

Whatever it is you think you're into here with her,

whatever it is you think you're trying to do,

you have no idea.

And that's the last piece of friendly advice

you're ever going to get.

In fact, this is the last time you and I are going to speak,

okay?

Stay away from my wife.

Dr. Chance?

Are you all right?

What happened?

There was a...

A man.

Man was waiting for me. Ohh.

I-I-I'm good, Juan-Battista.

Just... Just give me a second.

- Did he rob you? - Only of my dignity.

But you were assaulted. We should call the police.

He is the police.

It's the husband of a patient.

Estranged husband.

Oh.

You can keep that.

"The Little Book of Life After Death."

What is this, a travel guide for where I'm headed?

Yes.

But not today.

Let me help you up.

Hey.

I got here,

and someone was putting that up.

Juan-Battista.

Our building janitor. He does that sometimes,

hangs his photographs on the sly.

He's like a cat burglar in reverse.

Who is it?

I don't know where he finds his subjects, or why.

Do you like it?

It's upsetting.

I don't think it'd be the kind of thing

you'd want in a psychiatrist's office.

Isn't he worried about getting fired?

You need some help?

No, I'm okay, Hannah, thank you.

Helen.

Helen, sorry.

Oh, did your wife get ahold of you?

Christina, no. Why? She call?

No, she stopped by.

- When? - Yesterday afternoon.

She waited in your office for a while, and then she left.

She say what she wanted?

No. She said you'd know.

Light brown hair?